Page 21 of The Savage Outlaw

He wanted more. He craved more. He needed more.

He wanted the nurse.

Priest stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He kept it cold for a minute to calm himself down, then ran it hot and lathered himself up with soap. A nice, hot shower backhomedid feel good.

Once showered and dried, Priest got dressed into jeans and a T-shirt, something he considered to be proper bedtime attire.

He then scooped Eden up off the bathroom floor and cradled her in his arms. She felt good in his arms. She felt like she belonged. Safe and sound. She even curled toward him and let out a sleeping purr.

Priest would have preferred to hear her groan his name while his cock tore through her insides. He was not meant to be a savior. He was not a knight in white, shining armor.

But he knew Eden knew that. She bypassed that. She went in another direction, straight into hell. Straight to find the devil to ask for a favor. Which made Priest wonder…

Just how much fucking trouble is this beautiful woman actually in right now?

Priest couldn’t believe himself when he tucked Eden in next to him in his bed. She was under the covers, drunk and asleep. He rested on top of the covers, fully clothed, boots on, his leather cut within reach, along with a gun. At some point sleep did take control.

Priest woke to the sound of vomiting. A loud retching sound that had him opening eyes just enough to look to his left and see that the covers were a mess and Eden was missing. He smirked and listened as Eden growled, coughed, gagged, then let out a loud dry heaving noise.

Priest sat up like a vampire from a coffin. He had no idea how he functioned the way he did at times. He slept wherever he wanted, in whatever position he wanted. He never moved an inch. And he would always wake up and be ready to go.

He stood from the bed and walked to the bathroom, opening the door to find Eden on her knees in front of the toilet, holding her hair back with her right hand.

“Go away!” she screamed at him.

“Not going to do that, doll,” Priest said.

He walked to the sink and filled a small, paper cup with water. He then crouched down next to Eden. She looked at him. Oh, did she look like hell had smacked her in the face.

“You don’t drink whiskey all that much, do you?”

Eden made a gagging, heaving noise. For a second Priest thought she was going to vomit on him. Wouldn’t have been the first time a woman threw up on him. No big deal in his book.

“Here,” he said, offering the cup of water to Eden. “Drink this and let’s get you out to the bar. Not for booze. For coffee and some of Muffin’s hangover food.”

“A muffin sounds good,” Eden whispered.

“No, not a muffin. One of guys here is named Muffin. He’s a chef. Best food you’ll ever eat.”

“There’s a biker named Muffin?”

“He’s as big as me,” Priest said. “Now drink the water.”

Eden took the cup and sat back on her heels.

After drinking the water, Priest helped Eden to her feet. Her face was pale and green at the same time. Her mouth dry as a bone, made evident by her smacking her lips together over and over. She leaned against Priest.

He curled his lip. “You know, doll, you being my nurse and helping me does eventually reach a limit.”

Eden lifted her gaze to his. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I in the way? I wanted to leave last night and you wouldn’t let me. Thanks for making me endure yourfuckfesttoo. That was disgusting.”

“Sex is not disgusting,” Priest said. “It’s perfectly natural. Maybe you’re just jealous.”

“I couldn’t even take a quick shower without you grabbing someone to fuck?”

“Why is it your business what I do with my cock?”

“It’s not. Not at all. I guess… thanks for getting me into bed.”

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